The God Of Small Things Quotes

“She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for [him] was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“One beach-colored.
One brown.
One Loved.
One Loved a Little Less.”
― Arundhati Roy

“Searching for the Man who lives in him was perhaps what he really meant, because certainly no beast has essayed the boundless, infinitely inventive art of human hatred. No beast can match its range and power.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“They sensed somehow that she lived in the prenumbral shadows between two worlds, just beyond the grasp of their power. That a woman that they had already damned, now had little left to lose, and could therefore be dangerous. So on the days that the radio played Ammu's songs, people avoided her, making little loops around her, because everybody agreed that it was best to just Let Her Be.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
― Arundathi Roy

“He held his mundu spread above his head to dry. The wind lifted it like a sail. He was suddenly happy. Things will get worse he thought to himself. Then better. He was walking swiftly now, towards the Heart of Darkness. As lonely as a wolf.
The God of Loss.
The God of Small Things.
Naked but for his nail varnish. (274)”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“Slanting silver ropes slammed into loose earth, plowing it up like gunfire.”
― Arunhati Roy

“Estha carried them home in the crowded train. A quite bubble floating in a sea of noise”
― Arundhati Roy

“Excitement Always Leads to Tears”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“D’you know what happens when you hurt people?” Ammu said. “When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“The slow ceiling fan sliced the thick, frightened air into an unending spiral that spun slowly to the floor like the peeled skin of an endless potato.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things